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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.