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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.