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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.