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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.