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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.