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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 the Swans 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.