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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.