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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.