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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Brick,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.