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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Urselle,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.