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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang On A Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.