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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.