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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.