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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.