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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Neu!,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.