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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
X-101,
The Move,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Index,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.