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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.