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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Smog,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.