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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.