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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.