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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.