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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.