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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
June Days,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.