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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.