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 Paraguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Japan,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.