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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.