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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.