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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.