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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.