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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.