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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.