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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
the Human League,
DNA,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.