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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Gong,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.