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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.