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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Echospace 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.