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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.