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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.