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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Goldenarms 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Q65,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.