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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.