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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.