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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Jawbox 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.