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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.