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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.