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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.