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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Magma,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.