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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.