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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.