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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.