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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.