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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.