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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.