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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Franke,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.