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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Quantec,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.