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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.