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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.