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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.