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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
JFA,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.