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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.