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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.