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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Monks,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.