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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.