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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.