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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Gong,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.