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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.