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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.