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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Can,
10cc,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.