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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.