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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Can,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.