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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Can,
The Move,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.