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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
The Monks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.