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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.