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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Desert Stars to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.