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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.