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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pagans,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.