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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.