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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.