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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.