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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.