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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.