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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.