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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.