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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.