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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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.