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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.