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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.