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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.