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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.