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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.