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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Nico,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.