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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Move,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.