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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.