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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.