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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.