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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.