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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.