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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
ABC,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.