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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Q65,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.