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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Television,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.