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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.