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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.