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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.