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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.