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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.