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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Index,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.