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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.