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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.