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 Belize 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.