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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.