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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Absolute Body Control to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.