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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.