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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.