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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.