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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.