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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
X-102,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.