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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Victims,
DNA,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.