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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Scion,
The Associates,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.