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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.