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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wire,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.