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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.