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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.