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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.