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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.