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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.