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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.