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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.