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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.