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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Index,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.