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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.