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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.