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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Names to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.