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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.