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 United States and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.