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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.