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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Gories,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.