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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.