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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.