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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.