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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.