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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.