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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.