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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.