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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.