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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.