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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.