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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.