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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.