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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.