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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.