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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Fall,
Q65,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.