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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.