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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.