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 Kosovo 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Scion,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.