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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.