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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.