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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.