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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Hashim 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.