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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.