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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Faust,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.