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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.