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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Corsano to the jazz 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
June Days,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.