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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.