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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Swans,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.