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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.