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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ice-T 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.