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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.