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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Monolake,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.