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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.