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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.