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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.