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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.