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 Australia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Association to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.