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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Japan,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.