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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.