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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.