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 Malawi and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.