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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.