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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.