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 Oman 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.