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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Monks,
CMW,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.