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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.