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 Brunei and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.