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 North and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.