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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q65,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.