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 San Marino 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.