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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.