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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.