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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.