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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.