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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.