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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.