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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.