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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.