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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.