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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.