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 India and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Monks,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.