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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.