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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.