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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
MDC,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.