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 France and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.