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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fall to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.