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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.