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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.