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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.