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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.