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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scion to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Brick,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.