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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
DNA,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.