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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nico,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.