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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Wake,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Television,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.