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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.