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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.