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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.