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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.