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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
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.