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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.