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 Antigua and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Wings,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.