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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.