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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Television,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.