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 Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.