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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.