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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.