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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
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.