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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Oneida,
The Monks,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.