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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.