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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.