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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cowsills to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
cv313,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.