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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.