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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.