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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.