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 Gambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Japan to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.