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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.