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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.