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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Josef K,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.