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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.