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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.