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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
June Days,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.