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 Estonia and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Darondo,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.