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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Moby Grape,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.