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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.