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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.