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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.