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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.