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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.