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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.