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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the techno 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.