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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.