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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.