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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.