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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.