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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.