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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.