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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Wings,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.