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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Unwound,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.