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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.