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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Doors,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Smog,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.