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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.