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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.