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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
ABBA,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.