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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.