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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Brick,
Rekid,
The Index,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.