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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.