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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.