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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.