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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Negative Approach to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.