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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.