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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.