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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Can,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.