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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
The Index,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.