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 China and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Index,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Nas,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.