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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
The Move,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.