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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.