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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.