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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.