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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Nico,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.