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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.