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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.