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 Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.