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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.