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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
MDC,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.