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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.