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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Japan,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.