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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.