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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.