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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.