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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.