Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.