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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.