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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.