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 China and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.