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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.