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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.