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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.