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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
X-102,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Wire,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.