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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.