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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Scion,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.