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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.