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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Ronan,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.