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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.