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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Smog,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.