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 China and from Accra.
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 Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.