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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.