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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.