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 Zambia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.