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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.