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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.