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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.