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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.