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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.