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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.