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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fat Boys to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
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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.