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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.