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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.