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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.