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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.