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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.