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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Can,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.