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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.