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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.