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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.