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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.