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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Index,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.