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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.