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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Zero Boys 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.