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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.