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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.