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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The American Breed,
DNA,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.