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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.