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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 sitar 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Excepter,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
New Order,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.