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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.