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 Canada and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.