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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Pagans,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.