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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.