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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.