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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.