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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Smog,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.