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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Index,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.