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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.