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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.