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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Can,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.