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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.