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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.