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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Fear,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.