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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.