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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Patti Smith 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.