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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.