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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
DNA,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.