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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.