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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Crime,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.