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 Algeria and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.