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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.