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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Gories to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.