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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.