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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.