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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.