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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.