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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.