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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Mars,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.