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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
UT,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.