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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.