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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the crunk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.