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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
CMW,
Lalann,
Fear,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.