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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.