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 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.