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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.