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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.