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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.