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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
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Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.