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 Greece 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.