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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Mars,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.