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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.