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 Brazil 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Wire,
Crime,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.