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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Television,
Skaos,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.