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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.