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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 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 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 The Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.