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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.