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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Television,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.