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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Television,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
AZ,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.