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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Interpol,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.