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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.