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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
DNA,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Interpol,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.