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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.