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 India and from Taipei.
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 Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.