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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Urselle 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.