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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.