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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.