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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.