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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Organ,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.