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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.