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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.