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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.