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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.