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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.