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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.