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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.