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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.