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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.