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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Nico,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.