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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.