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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.