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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Qualms,
Television,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.