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 Turkey and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
MDC,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.