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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Index,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.