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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.