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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.