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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.