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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.