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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.