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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Japan 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.