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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.