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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.