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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the punk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Scion,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.