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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Make Up,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
the Association,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.