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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Yaz to the grunge 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.