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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.