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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.