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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
New Order,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.