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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.