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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.