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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.