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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.