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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.