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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.