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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.