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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.