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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.