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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.