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 Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.