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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.