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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Goldenarms,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.