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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.