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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gun Club 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.