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 Ireland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Wire,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.