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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Hardrive 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
World's Most,
EPMD,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.