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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.