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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.