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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scratch Acid 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.