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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Smog,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.