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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.