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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.