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 Hungary 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.