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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.