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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
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.