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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.