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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.