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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.