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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.