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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.