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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Franke,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.