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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.