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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.