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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.