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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.