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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.