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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.