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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.