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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Japan,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.