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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.