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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.