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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.