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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.