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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.