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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.