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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Remains to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.