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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.