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 Burundi and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.