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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.