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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.