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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Hoover,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.