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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
EPMD,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.