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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.