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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.