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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.