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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke 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 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.