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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.