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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.