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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Television,
Black Moon,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.