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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.