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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.