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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.