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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.