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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
UT,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.