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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.