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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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 Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
Fear,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.