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 Swaziland 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.