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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June Days,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Gong,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.