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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.