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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.