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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 808 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.