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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.