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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.