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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Organ,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.