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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.