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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.