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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 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 Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.