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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.