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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.