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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.