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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.