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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.