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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.