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 India and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
10cc,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.