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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.