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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.