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 United States and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.