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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Television,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.