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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.