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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Quantec,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.