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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Technova,
cv313,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.