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 Iceland and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.