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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.