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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.