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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.