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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.